Love Drunk 3.0 (Completed)

Chapter 22

Crete 9.30 p.m.
Y/n POV -

Mike taps my cheek twice. "Hey! Y/n!" He says while furrowing his brows. "Where is your mind wandering?" He snaps at me. I feel pins and needles on my cheek, right where his palm just landed. Those slaps were pretty forcefull and I'm focused on Mike again. He gets up and yanks my arm, so I get up as well. "Let's go for a little walk.." he says while pulling my hand. I feel the metacarpal bones in my hand shift, from the continues tight grip of his hand around mine. Tears well up in my eyes. From the pain in my hand, but mostly from the fear that is now completely taking over my body. I quickly glare at Josh, but my teary eyes make my vision blurry and I can't tell if he sees what's happening.

I want to yell out his name, but I'm already having trouble breathing, with my throat closing up. I'm being dragged off the terrace and almost trip over my own feet twice. I hear Mike's heavy breathing and it doesn't bode well for me. His displeasure about my lack of attention, about my lack of affection towards him is palpable and I know this displeasure will turn into anger. A warm tear falls down my cheek and brushes my lips. The salty taste it leaves in my mouth is quickly replaced by the taste of blood. I'm biting my cheek again.

When we're out of sight and halfway down to the beach, Mike let's go of my hand and I feel the blood flow return to my fingertips. I look down at my hand and see the letter E on my wrist. This pain is worth it, this fear is worth it, if it means keeping Ethan safe. But I don't get time to process these thoughts as Mike roughly forces his hand around my neck. Pushing me against the concrete wall that's built along the path, leading to the beach. I immediately struggle to draw a full breath and try to fight Mike. I wrap both of my hands around Mike's hand, that he clasped so firmly around my throat. I wiggle my fingers in between his hand and my neck, but I don't have the strength to loosen his grip. I'm starting to feel light headed when I hear Mike yell: "you're pissing me off, y/n! Ethan might not be around, but you're still visibly infatuated by the fuck boy! You better get it together quickly, before I actually end up killing you!" He's spitting on my face with every word he says and I feel his warm breath on my lips. I squeeze my eyes shut, still trying to pull away from him when I feel his lips on mine. His stubble is rough and hurts my face. He forces his tongue inside my mouth and grabs my waist to stop me from resisting. "Is this how Ethan kissed you??" He barks at me in between kisses. His eyes burning into my soul. "Is this what you like?" He says pressing his lips against mine again, before he starts biting my lip. And that's when I lose it. I know I will never get over Ethan. I know Mike will never stop bringing up Ethan and I start crying. My tears don't make Mike pity me. It's the exact opposite! He again tries to find my tongue and my lightheadedness gets worse. My vision is getting blurry and I'm panting. This is it! This is the end! I close my eyes again and surrender, when right at that moment I feel Mike's grip around my throat loosen. His lips pull away from mine and he let's go of my waist. I collapse on the floor and fight for each breath. My chest convulses, trying to draw in air. I'm on my hands and knees and try to look up at Mike. Try to look up at the footsteps and voices I hear around me. To the scuffle I hear around me. But my arms are about to cave in and I feel the sand slip through my fingers as I fall head first on the floor.